Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

The two shook hands politely, and quickly let go.

Ye Mian fell back into the chair, straightened the camel cashmere blanket on her body, and a man's chattering voice came from the side:

"Are you from Sioux City? Or are you on a business trip to Sioux City?"

Ye Mian turned her head to the side, and his fingertips were typing on the keyboard again, she smiled, "I am originally from Sioux City, and now I live in Beijing, this time I am on a business trip to Sioux City."

When she spoke, he looked politely sideways at her, nodding now and then in response.

He said softly, "I'm also on a business trip to Sioux City."

Ye Mian responded, and politely let him go first, while she continued to rest with her eyes closed.

This seems to be the first time in the past three months that she has talked so much with a strange man. This man looks cold, but he is actually quite easy-going.

She curled up her lips in a happy mood, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Encountered by the turbulent airflow, Qiao Zhanbei put away the computer and rested against the back of the chair.

The man slowly turned his head to the side, his gentle eyes fell on the quiet and beautiful sleeping face sitting next to him.

She is in a full state of mind, with no makeup on her face, delicate skin, rosy cheeks, and a healthy glow.The figure is not as thin as it was three months ago, the bones and flesh are well-proportioned, and the slenderness fits well.

Now she is carefree, healthy physically and mentally, and living a good life.

Qiao Zhanbei raised his lips in relief, but his throat seemed to be blocked with a small stone, which was painful.

When Ye Mian woke up, the plane landed steadily at Sioux City Airport. She folded the blanket slowly and returned it to the flight attendant.

Before getting off the plane, Mr. Qiao, who was seated next to her, helped her unload the suitcase.

She said politely again: "Thank you."

The man replied softly: "It's a little effort."

The two got off the plane one after the other and walked towards the exit.

After passing the turnstile, Ye Mian turned around, looked at the man wearing sunglasses and a coat with a strong aura on his shoulders, and said generously, "Mr. Qiao, goodbye."

Qiao Zhanbei raised his lips: "Goodbye."

Ye Mian pulled the suitcase and followed the signs to wait for a taxi.

She watched as the man was picked up by a middle-aged man and escorted into a Maybach. He seemed to be a bigwig.

She herself quickly got into a taxi and headed to the hotel where she was staying.

The next day, she brought her works to the so-called Intangible Cultural Heritage Museum.

In the exhibition hall of the museum, the lights are bright, and a splash-ink landscape painting "Mountains after the Rain" by Zhang Daqian has attracted the sighs of many Suzhou embroidery masters and experts.

They are all elderly people, mostly women, some are pushing reading glasses, some are holding magnifying glasses.

This painting is a banner, with azure, stone green and ink colors blending with each other, which is natural, with empty mountains and lush forests.

At first glance, people think that this is the authentic work of Zhang Daqian.

At a second glance, I can see that this splash-ink freehand landscape painting is indeed embroidered stitch by stitch, and it embroiders the soul of splash-ink painting!

Sway freely.

A teacher pushed his presbyopic glasses and exclaimed: "Master Ye, it's been a long time since I saw you. Your skills are becoming more and more proficient. It's amazing!"

"This blue, it's not blue, it's a colorful blue. Look at the layered rendering. Mianmian, you really use thread as ink!" an elderly grandma Xu held her skillful hands. , said proudly.

Before Ye Mian came here, she knew that Grandma Xu was an old friend of her grandmother, and also a master of Suzhou embroidery.

She didn't break away from this amiable old lady, and let her hold her hand all the time, feeling very kind.

The director of the Suzhou Embroidery Association pulled Yemian aside and asked her to stay in Sucheng for a few more days and be a lecturer for their students and masters to pass on experience.

Ye Mian thought that she would be fine after returning to the capital, so she agreed to her request.

In the evening, before she and Mrs. Xu left the museum, a strange man with a refined and refined demeanor walked up to him, wearing a long woolen coat, a shirt, a vest, and a tie.

The man is wearing a pair of glasses, followed by a middle-aged woman.

"Grandma." The man smiled and called Mrs. Xu, but his eyes fell on Ye Mian's face.

grandmother……

He called Grandma Xu grandma, and she must be Grandma Xu's grandson, Xu Mobai, whom Gu Sasa said she grew up with.

Xu Mobai asked the nanny who followed to help grandma into the car first, and he walked towards Ye Mian.

Ye Mian was about to dodge, when Xu Mobai put his hands on her shoulders, lowered his head, and said in a deep voice, "You girl, you really don't remember me as a brother? Huh?"

There was a trace of resentment in the man's tone.

The way she looked at him was unfamiliar and defensive.

Very sad.

They had been separated for ten years, and when they met again, it was still the same.

Now it has become like this.

"I'm sorry, I forgot everything." Ye Mian's eyes dodged, she didn't know what to say, she could only apologize.

Xu Mobai smiled helplessly in his heart, let go of her shoulders, and the corners of his lips were stained with a smile, "If you can't remember it, then forget it, but I'm still your brother, let's go, I'll treat you to dinner."

Ye Mian hesitated for a while, but still let her temper refuse: "No, thank you, I want to go out alone."

Although Xu Mobai was very sad, he could understand her feelings now. He was an introverted and sensitive person, and he couldn't warm up to strangers for a while.

He is a stranger to her now.

Xu Mobai took out his business card holder, took out one, grabbed her wrist, turned her palm up, and slapped the business card on her palm.

He said gently: "I won't force you anymore, here is my business card, you can contact me anytime in Sioux City."

Ye Mian: "Thank you."

They left the museum together, and after Xu Mobai left, Ye Mian recorded his phone number on the business card into his phone.

She walked briskly, breathing the cold winter wind, walking on the side of the road, and according to the mobile phone navigation, she went to a famous old street nearby.

The old street is a street and a famous scenic spot.

In Jiangnan water town, there are rows of old houses with blue tiles and white walls on both sides of the river. The green lake water is rippling with awning boats and red lanterns.

On the river bank, there are wet bluestone roads, tourists come and go, and there are snack bars beside the road.

Smelling the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus root porridge, the corners of Ye Mian's lips rose in joy. She entered a shop and ordered several snacks.

Osmanthus and lotus root porridge, crab roe filled soup dumplings, plum cake, crabapple cake, she also tried stinky tofu, very fragrant.

After shopping and eating comfortably by herself, she walked back to the hotel according to the navigation.

At night, the street scene is bustling and colorful.

In the pitch-black night sky, it suddenly began to rain. The rain was neither heavy nor light, dripping into her scalp. Ye Mian covered her head with her bag and ran towards the bus stop in front of her to hide from the rain.

When she ran to the bus stop, the shoulders of her coat were already wet from the rain.

Gradually, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the platform was overwhelmed, and the rain kept hitting her face.

The mobile phone software has been calling taxis and rides, but no driver has accepted the order for a long time.

Her hotel is 400 meters away diagonally.

Ye Mian shrugged her shoulders, stared at the taxi through the rain and fog, and stretched out her hand to stop the car from time to time, but none of the cars would stop for her.

While she was in a hurry, she suddenly felt that the rain had stopped. She looked up, and by the light of the street lamp, she found an umbrella above her head.

A faint smell of tobacco mixed with the smell of alcohol wafted over. She turned her head and met a man's face. He was tall and had a strong aura.

The light was too dim, she checked it out carefully, and said uncertainly, "Joe, Mr. Qiao?"

Qiao Zhanbei slightly raised the umbrella to let the light in so that she could see more clearly.

He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a coat on his shoulders, his eyes were downcast, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. A pair of deep black eyes reflected the light of the street lamp, as if full of fine stars, very moving.

Ye Mian was sure it was the Mr. Qiao that he met on the plane yesterday, and they met again.

She smiled and said, "It's really you."

The man looked down at her, and said softly, "I just came out of that hotel and saw a girl hiding from the rain here, and I thought the figure was familiar, but I didn't expect it to be you."

Ye Mian turned around and looked over, there was a garden-style building not far away, with the words "Recalling Jiangnan" written on the door plaque, it was a hotel.

It was just a chance meeting, but he didn't expect that he still remembered her, so he came here specially to hold an umbrella for her.

It was as if there was a warm current slowly pouring into my heart.

Ye Mian looked at him, full of gratitude, and was about to thank him, but found that the umbrella was too far away from him, and all the water droplets from the edge of the umbrella fell on his shoulder.

She frowned slightly, and said with concern: "You've been caught in the rain yourself."

The man smiled softly, "I'm fine."

Without even thinking about it, Ye Mian took a big step forward and moved very close to him, so that neither of them could get caught in the rain.

She stood sideways in front of him, her forearm was just a punch away from his chest, and she could feel the warmth of his body.

While he was breathing, the warm breath fell on her side face, she felt her cheeks became hot unconsciously, and her breathing became difficult.

It doesn't seem good to be so close to a man whose name I don't even know.

She quietly moved a step aside.

The man's magnetic voice came from the side, "Where are you going? I'll ask the driver to take you."

Ye Mian swallowed her throat and said with a smile, "I live in Shangri-La diagonally opposite. I was going for a walk, but it rained while I was walking."

Qiao Zhanbei glanced at the road sign, "This road is a one-way southbound lane, so it's not easy for drivers to drive."

She suddenly realized, and looked at him, "No wonder I called a taxi and hitchhiked, and there was no driver to take the order."

I saw his thin lips curled up, his deep black eyes locked himself, and said warmly: "Now, the rain is much lighter, I will take you back to the hotel on foot with an umbrella."

Ye Mian's heart warmed again, she was full of gratitude, and said sincerely: "This is too much trouble for you."

He seems to be worth a lot of money, maybe he is a big business man with a lot of things to do every day, why is she bothering him so much?

"No trouble, just a few steps, let's go."

After he finished speaking, she had already taken a step forward, she looked at his figure hesitantly, the corners of her lips raised slightly, and quickly followed the man's footsteps.

The rain-soaked roads are fleeting and grotesque.

The man held an umbrella, the woman snuggled up to his side, and they walked along the road in the rain.

It's still raining, big and small.

At this time, a taxi came head-on, sped past, splashing water, the man grabbed her by the elbow, pulled her slightly harder, and pulled her to the side of the road.

It's not safe to go outside.

Very warm and considerate gesture.

Ye Mian raised her lips, she raised her head, and quietly looked at the man beside her.

There was no expression on his face, he was staring ahead, holding an umbrella in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

The cold wind blew past, it was very cold, she couldn't help shrinking her neck, her teeth trembled.

At this time, a warm feeling enveloped her, and she stamped her feet, only to see that there was an extra coat on her shoulders, which was heavy, stained with a faint smell of tobacco and alcohol and a strong masculine scent.

She slowly raised her face, and met the man's handsome face with a gentle smile.

He said: "The temperature dropped ten degrees tonight. You wear too little clothes. Return them to me at the hotel."

Ye Mian was stunned, feeling warm and a little nervous, why is this man so nice to her?

He had already turned around and continued to walk forward. Ye Mian quickly followed and asked curiously, "Mr. Qiao, did we know each other before?"

Hearing her question, Qiao Zhanbei's hand holding the handle of the umbrella was secretly tightened, and a hot current surged in his heart.

He stamped his feet, locked his eyes on her, suppressed his excitement, and asked softly, "Why do you ask that?"

The heart hangs in the throat.

From his tone, Ye Mian understood that they didn't know each other before.If he knew her, he wouldn't have asked her last name on the plane yesterday.

"Three months ago, I fell down, and I can't remember all the people and things. I thought you were someone I knew before, so you took care of me like this." She told him the truth as she walked.

Qiao Zhanbei smiled sourly in his heart, he thought she thought of him just now.

He looked at her sideways, frowned, his eyes showed sympathy, and he was surprised: "Have you lost your memory?"

Ye Mian nodded.

Qiao Zhanbei comforted her a few words, and said, "We didn't know each other before."

Before they knew it, the two had reached the small square in front of the hotel.

Beside the fountain, the man looked at her with a gentle smile on his face, "I was on the plane yesterday, it was just a matter of little effort, and I met you again tonight, I think it's fate, I already regard you as a friend."

Treat her like a friend.

Ye Mian looked up at him.

He said again: "What, Miss Ye is willing to make me this friend?"